Bairan is ruled by a king and a Senate. As the power of spellcasters has increased over the centuries, the Arcane Council, composed only of spellcasters who call themselves mages or wizards, began to rule the world together with the king and senators.
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"Damnatio Memo Riae" is an impeachment system in which all members of the Austrian Parliament judge and judge the Supreme Being of the mysterious world. The Supreme Being who receives this punishment has the following dispositions:
1. All creations of the Supreme Being found guilty must be destroyed;
2. The name of the Supreme Being should be deleted from all records and inscriptions and should not be eulogized;
3. Deprive the Supreme Being of the right to use "Guardian" as his title;
4. All legislation during the reign of the Supreme Being must be repealed.
Even with Griffith's shallow occult knowledge, he couldn't help but tremble when he heard the record of obliteration punishment. Only the most evil and terrifying degenerates would be subjected to such a punishment after death, and tithe.
The killing order is also a terrifying inheritance from ancient times.
Even if his body has been destroyed, his corrupted and powerful soul still wanders in the spiritual world that mortals cannot enter. Reciting his true name or works may attract terrible gazes, and the result will be inevitable madness or death. Therefore,
People often refer to "that person".
The most recent record erasure occurred fifteen years ago. At that time, most of the boys and girls present had already been born. Griffith suddenly remembered what Lana told him in the bookstore. A boy actually came from that existence.
He escaped from his clutches and directly destroyed his body.
Aaron, one of the freshmen! He didn’t board the Flying Leaf with us? Where is he!?
"Aaron is the target?" Griffiths realized then that the boy had not boarded the ship from Bayerland with everyone else.
"The difference in treatment is really big~" Galadia rubbed the ends of her hair, "It seems that the school was well prepared and secretly arranged for forces to escort him from another road. I heard the sound of horse hooves."
The silhouette of a carriage vaguely appeared in the darkness of the pier. The coachman driving the carriage was extremely tall, and his size was disproportionate to the small carriage. In the darkness, there were vague figures flickering near the carriage, showing a guarding posture.
Soon, a boy stepped out of the car, waved to the driver, and walked quietly and silently towards the laughing freshmen. The driver driving the carriage waved his whip and immediately disappeared into the darkness.
The boy slowly walked towards the laughing crowd under the lights. His beautiful blond hair and bright red eyes were unforgettable, and his delicate skin like a ceramic doll was softer in the dim light. There seemed to be a kind of magic in Aaron's body, even if he was quiet
Standing there will also attract the attention of people around you, making you unable to ignore his presence.
However, when he walked out of the darkness, every step he took was like an ancient ferocious beast taking a bite of light and joy. As he slowly walked into the crowd, the freshmen who were chatting and playing enthusiastically just now
The whole thing became quiet.
The heir from a powerful family looked at him with a fearful and complicated expression. Those students who were chatting around the noble freshman suddenly saw that the core of the small circle became quiet. Although they didn't know what happened, they couldn't help but smile.
He restrained himself and turned to stare at the boy approaching.
At this moment, Ms. Marianne appeared in front of everyone again, as if she was holding a watch to calculate the time. She smiled and clapped her hands to the silent crowd: "Okay, the dinner has begun. Ladies and gentlemen, follow me.
Follow these stone steps to the banquet hall."
Joyful music sounded at the right time. The waiters raised bright crystal lamps and appeared on both sides of the long stone steps, lighting up the road ahead for everyone. Emotionless laughter suddenly appeared in the crowd again, although they didn't know it.
Who is laughing and laughing so fast, so appropriately, so stiffly, but at least the freshmen on the dark fjord pier are in a slightly cheerful mood and follow the professor up.
The crowd going up the stairs were led to wait outside a grand and gorgeous hall.
"So is that news true? The chosen one Aaron is among us?" In the crowd, Fisher de Aiju, the eldest son of the Aiju family, asked in an arrogant tone. He himself took two steps forward.
Looking down at the freshmen on the steps, he then cast his sights on the target in the crowd, "I am the heir to the ancient and powerful Aiju family. Outstanding talents like us should become friends."
This rude behavior angered the nobles and their entourage present. Griffith noticed that four or five Shutorals around him cast unkind or contemptuous glances at the steps.
However, nobles have their own rules of the game. At this time, you need lightning-quick words instead of going up and stabbing people.
"Hey! Dear Fisher," Viscount Isius laughed, "you don't have to worry about it, really. Even if you don't stand on the steps, we will see you."
Fisher, who was only 1.6 meters tall, became furious on the spot. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"However, as Fisher said, we are indeed fortunate to be ranked with the chosen one Aaron," the thin but graceful Isius turned around and looked at Aaron's position.
The freshmen around Aaron receded like the ebbing sea water, leaving him in the center of sight. However, the two freshmen standing near him, a boy and a girl, did not leave. They stayed there in embarrassment. Maybe it was his
Friends, it may be that by the time they reacted, it was too late to retreat.
The scene was a little awkward for a while. Aaron neither answered Fisher nor responded to Isius's words.
His bright red pupils were unruffled, and he looked forward with a faint smile, as if a crowned king was walking past his ministers who were looking down upon him.
The nearby professors and school staff had no intention of disturbing the freshmen's chat. After counting the number of students, they took them to the terrace in front of a hall.
"Next, the instructors from each college will announce your names one by one. The students who heard the names will come forward and receive the coat of arms to join your college." The four instructors stood in front of the students and turned the magic crystal. The crystal radiated different colors.
The light of color projects a series of names on the wall.
"Edrich Harz, Trajan." The instructor representing Trajan's academy pointed to the long table behind him, "Go there and sit down."
Griffith noticed that the man named Edrich Hartz was a thin boy. He immediately walked up to the instructor who announced his name and walked toward the hall obediently. When he walked, he kept his hands on his pants.
His fingers were slender and flexible, but his expression was very reserved.
"Ailaha Edin, Sheila." A mentor announced his name.
There was a low cheer from the crowd. Elaha, whose name was called, tried hard to suppress the smile on his face and ran quickly to the long table. The boy was tall and tall, with a very sunny and handsome appearance.
Is there any difference? Griffith is quite curious.
"Nand Green, Roland."
The boys who entered Roland College were tall and strong, and their bronze skin was different from the fair-skinned residents of Bayerland City that Griffith had recently become familiar with.
"Is there anything special about this grouping?" Griffith asked Galadia in a low voice.
"Guess!" The elf girl raised her thin eyebrows.
"Isius von Woolthorpe, Minerva..."
The four instructors announced their names quickly.
"Fiona de Chalon, Minerva."
"Sonia de La Mole, Minerva."
Griffith stood alone, watching the two blond girls walking briskly to their seats. Almost all the young people with "De" and "Von" in their names who took the Feiye together were from Minerva.
One of the members, Galadia, was called by name early and sat in the center of the long table.
It turns out that they are grouped like this...
The people who come to this academy are all young people with strong or weak extraordinary characteristics. But there are also differences among extraordinary people.
The academy for the children of noble or mage families with family inheritance is Minerva where knowledge is passed down.
Children from wealthy families and upper class society join Sheila, who symbolizes harmony. Young people who look powerful and physically strong belong to Roland.
The remaining people are different in their own way. Trajan is a big shot... Griffith approached Lana who was also left where he was: "What does Trajan mean?"
"Huh? Creation? Literally," the tall and somewhat ferocious Rana was the most knowledgeable among the Shutoral. He didn't react for a moment and glanced at Griffith in confusion, "Ah ha.
, you ask this. They are producers, magic items, enchanting materials, and the production and adjustment of potions require the use of mental power. Trajan’s classmates are the cornerstone of this society."
"Then where will we go?" Griffith looked at the gradually thinning crowd, "Roland?"
"How is that possible?" Lana shrugged, "Of course we are going..."
"Griffith Blanton, Minerva."
The college instructor announced the name reflected on the crystal. The freshmen who were still standing looked at Griffith in silence, while the boys and girls who had already taken their seats in Minerva cast a welcoming look at him.
Galadia patted the seat next to her. The boys and girls gathered around her and Sonia very consciously left a space for Griffith, and no one tried to move their butts there.
While everyone was still waiting for the sorting results, Brownie, who was running between the long tables, was already busy setting up the banquet.
The long table is covered with a white tablecloth, the silver tableware and candlesticks are sparkling, and the exquisite porcelain is as lovely as the first snow in winter.
The dinner appetizers served by the kitchen of Homemon Watts to Minerva's long table were fragrant ham slices, iceberg and salad, and each person also had a small bottle of purple sparkling aperitif. Some new students who couldn't bear it were in the sorting hall.
They ate everything. Brownie immediately brought them tuna and deep-sea scallop sashimi.
Griffith found that among the tableware at hand there were chopsticks that he was familiar with, but they were not made of wood. They were smooth, warm, and had a comfortable feel like jade. In the small white porcelain plate, soy sauce shipped from the far south was sprinkled.
Wasabi was added, and it was exuding a mysterious and alluring fragrance.
Sonia sat opposite him, deftly picking up a piece of sashimi on the ice with her delicate hands and putting it into her mouth. The other freshmen at Minerva seemed to be familiar with this kind of tableware and food, and slowly and quietly approvingly
taste.
This is too extravagant... Griffith was already a little uneasy. He spent so much on food and drink, so how much tuition did the Larmore family pay for me?
At this time, bursts of noise came from the nearby long table. Although waiters who maintained order immediately came to dissuade them, happy and surprised voices still kept coming and going.
Griffith turned his head and found that the commotion was made by students from three other colleges. On the dining table in front of them, golden fried chicken nuggets were piled up like a hill on a large dinner plate. Several boys were happily eating two of them.
Each hand grabbed a piece and gnawed it happily.
Griffith was surprised to find that there were no fresh sashimi and fine tableware on the tables of the three colleges. Brownie did not slowly distinguish between appetizers and main courses, but instead pushed a cart full of fried chicken.
Roasted corn, scones, chunks of sausage, buttered bread and cakes are at your disposal.
It looks good! I want to have some too... Griffith thought subconsciously.
"Mr. Apprentice Knight, you must be worried about how to provide supplies to these guys during the war, right?" Isius, who was sitting not far away, asked Griffith friendlyly, "I bet that three soldiers can't compare.
It’s to their own taste.”
The Minerva freshmen at the long table all laughed softly. Griffith hurriedly looked away from other branches, only to find Fisher in the distance looking at him with a malicious and mocking expression, and there was something in his eyes.
A little regretful.
I'm rude... Griffith's heart skipped a beat. If Isius hadn't opened the topic in advance, what he would have heard now would have been a sarcastic comment from Fisher.